[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

Narcissa smiled respectfully, lowered her swan-like neck slightly, and did not answer the Dark Lord's words.

The Dark Lord's eyes fell on the pale portraits on both sides of the hall, looking at them carefully inch by inch. Tom didn't know what he was looking for, maybe it was the portrait of an old friend. But he just felt upset, and Harry's pained shaking and questioning eyes made him feel sick all over.

"I'm sorry," he accompanied the Dark Lord to blow the cold air in front of the hall for a while, during which he tried to stop Harry's bleeding. However, he did not dare to use his easily mutated magic on his friends, and he did not want to use clothes to make simple bandages. Well, he couldn't tear the fabric off their bodies, "But I want to drink a cup of hot tea."

He said it to the Dark Lord in a very confident tone. Wormtail didn't show any reaction to this, and the Malfoys exchanged quick glances.

"Young Master." The Dark Lord said to him lazily.

Mrs. Malfoy had already sensed the Dark Lord's indulgence. With a smile, she warmly invited him to come in and sit down quickly, drink a cup of hot tea to ward off the cold. Her loving tone was as if Tom was her biological son reunited after a long absence. .

"Thank you, kind lady." Tom supported Harry with one hand, awkwardly saluted Mrs. Malfoy, and then looked at the Dark Lord inquiringly.

"Leave him here," the Dark Lord said.

"..." Tom quickly came up with an idea to persuade him, "No matter how good the gift is, it has to be wrapped to look like a gift, right?"

"You know it again." The Dark Lord glanced at him with a nonchalant look.

The air was suddenly filled with the rustle of the cloak. As the owner of the manor, Lucius's smile froze for a moment, and his eyes stared straightly at the mysterious wizards with hoods and face coverings lifting their heads unimpeded. The left arm passed through the wrought iron gate of his home.

…This is fucking Malfoy Manor!

Narcissa touched his hand lightly without looking away, and Lucius's smile became impeccable again.

"Look, my real family is back!" The Dark Lord opened his arms.

"Yes, this is your stage..." Tom nodded sloppily, "Shall we leave the stage temporarily and wait for your call?"

The Dark Lord's thoughtful gaze passed over the group of people, focusing on Crow, who was smiling excitedly to fear that the world would be in chaos, and Harry, who was gray-faced and could not embody any of the qualities of the Dark Lord's destined enemy.

"Go ahead," he said finally, leaving Nagini alone.

When the first Death Eater knelt down a few steps away from the Dark Lord and crawled over to kiss the hem of his black robe, Tom was finally able to pull Harry and the crow along and follow the logic of "entertaining distinguished guests". Narcissa retreated and slipped away.

Narcissa was a considerate hostess and made no attempt to pry. Tom took Harry and even took a shower, changed clothes, and then sat comfortably in the small flower hall and ate snacks - mainly the crow and Tom were eating, and Harry kept pulling on his belt awkwardly. Collar with lace trim.

"So what is going on?" Harry asked impatiently when Narcissa left a house elf to entertain them while he went to check on the progress of the Dark Lord's return dinner.

His tone was not friendly, but considering that he was suddenly pulled in front of the enemy who destroyed his family, and was forced to personally contribute to the enemy's resurrection, Harry was able to remain rational and endure until now to start questioning him. Tom already felt very Remarkable.

"That's what you think." Tom spread his hands towards his friend, "The Dark Lord kidnapped me from Hogwarts."

"Why don't you run?" Harry blurted.

Tom glanced at Harry silently, but it was obvious that Harry didn't really realize what the power of the Demon King meant in the wizarding world. .seven

Probably because he defeated the Dark Lord when he was young.

"I have to think about my parents." Tom shrugged and replied expressionlessly. Would he dare to bet that the Dark Lord wouldn't order the hunt for his family? Even if the Dark Lord now thinks that he is his Horcrux, it does not prevent the Dark Lord from severing relatives for him. After all, it is entirely possible that the Dark Lord thinks that Muggle relatives are an eyesore. He definitely wouldn't dare to gamble on this possibility.

Harry was speechless for a moment, then fell silent.

"...I'm sorry." Harry said.

"It's not your fault." Tom answered him.

The two fell into silence again, and Tom sipped his black tea. He had actually thought that if one day he and his friends met again, they might have a lot to say to each other, and they might also turn against each other and exchange wands. But now that he and Harry were actually sitting face to face, it was quite strange. It’s relatively speechless.

"Is he going to kill me?" Harry asked in a low voice after a while.

"...I'm sorry," Tom stared at the tea floating in his hand without looking at Harry's expression, "I didn't know."

"It's not your fault," Harry shook his head, "You don't have to apologize."

Tom stared at the tea cup and said nothing.

"Listen, Tom." Harry made up his mind, leaned closer to Tom and said, "If he wants to kill me, I won't sit still and wait for death."

"But if I fail," Harry grabbed his hand, cold but firm, "you must not fight him."

Tom finally raised his eyes and met Harry's.

Those green eyes were full of gentle courage.

"We can't all die in vain." Harry grabbed his hand with some strength, "I have a reason to die, but you have to promise me, at least you have to live."

"When you find a chance," Harry said thoughtfully, "just run away. Voldemort is not a good person. Principal Dumbledore will protect you. You have to go to him and tell him everything you know. One day - —”

"Don't be stupid," Tom interrupted. "You're not going to die."

Harry's bright green eyes looked at him as if he was the one who said the stupid thing.

"Gryffindor's courage is never reckless," Harry said. "Don't do stupid things, think about your parents. Voldemort is a very evil dark wizard. You don't know how he treats those who dare to confront him." It’s for the people you’re fighting against. Don’t be stupid.”

How could he not know. When it comes to understanding the Dark Lord, Harry doesn't know as much as he does. Tom's throat was blocked. He shook Harry's hand with his backhand and whispered, "Don't worry."

"I thought I was the smarter one between us," he said to Harry, smiling deliberately.

The crow behind him tapped the diary like a drumhead, as if cheering. It laughed unpleasantly and said, "Yeah! Hurry up!"

Tom turned his head and glanced at it. He knew that with the official resurrection of the Dark Lord, the crown should also feel the increase in the binding power from the main soul.

The Dark Lord's soul piece, that's also the Dark Lord... Tom thought quietly.